The Bratty Reader, Or, Saturday Morning at 8:28am
I’ve been trying to read more books. I’ve always been always reading, which is to say, if there’s no open book on my bedside table
I’ve been trying to read more books. I’ve always been always reading, which is to say, if there’s no open book on my bedside table
After ten years of blogging, 54 years of writing (yes I still have my 3rd grade storybook), and 57 years of nigh-on obsessive reading, here’s
My stepmother has a show opening next weekend, at Themes+Projects gallery in San Francisco. I plan to be there, if anyone’s in town and thinking
As part of a New Year process, and in a continued attempt to deserve my retirement by feeling happy as often as possible, I have
On Thursday morning I saved a file of 75,575 words called “First Draft ACM 8.23.2018.” That overly portentous phrase means, First Draft All Changes Merged August
Hello. Hold on, let me go close the door on the evils of the world. Be right back. Lacuna. OK, hi. How goes this Saturday
What to do when your boss has set two conflicting policies? And, in particular, what to do when that boss is you? To wit, today’s
Guys, I’m trying to hang my Christmas presents. I got not one but three new pieces of art, and I love them all and I want
When you have a job, recreation is simple – it happens in the time left over. By the way, I’ve never been one to recreate
You may remember a while back I started repurposing my kids’ spaces. My son’s room became my “workroom” (in quotation marks because in fact I
I cannot write long non-fiction to save my life. Like gluing beads on fabric, too many small but important things to track. My fingers get
Lucky for humanity, even the most awful of years give us good books. Thank you writers. I will confess that I have come to think
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